The Birth (Remix)

Okay I'ma need you to push for me Mari
Push, push, you're almost there
Almost there, push, push
Yeah, we got a boy, we got a boy

You see my artsy hate
Jellysickle drippin' on ya
But these guys' bars be fake
Yeah these fists will hit them stronger
Relief like stars we make
And I been doing this so long bruh
Agreed by far we great
So I'ma take you right back home for
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
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The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
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The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
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When I was 'bout five years old my Christian mama took me to the show
Halloween was so
When she taught me how to spell my name it had a flow
So I would know how the rhythm go
The clowns at Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey yo
They scared me so, I'm out the do'
She showed me so many crazy things livin' in the MO
So when I grow, red nose will glow
I escaped all the fear and anxiety when I listened to
Roger Troutman, George Clinton, more tension
On a rap but I love sound smooth as a water fountain
George Benson and my step-father shoutin' ignore pimpin'
And all the red up on the block
Never thinkin' that with all I said was gonna pop
Never really saw the bread but when I rock
Chose rap somethin' raw in my head was gonna drop
Boom

You see my artsy hate
Jellysickle drippin' on ya
But these guys' bars be fake
Yeah these fists will hit them stronger
Relief like stars we make
And I been doing this so long bruh
Agreed by far we great
So I'ma take you right back home for
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne

Oh God please tell me why my mom was cursed with the epilepsy for
A physical war in her brain and core
I remember visitin' her in the psychiatric wards
'Bout three or four, but I don't keep score
Then I listened to Ice Cube, N.W.A. and D.O.C
That woke us up, they set me free
Was so abrupt, made me wanna be
Dope as, use gospel, R&B, my mother in R-A-P
Mix that with rock, I'ma grow to be
The cream of the crop, an elite MC and I just won't stop
Don't nobody really want it
Dancin' or rappin', what's happenin'?
Let the war begin
At school battle daily but can't nobody play me (Nah)
Like a stretched accordion
Bust first then I got ya
The surgeon, the doctor, I guess you the next to bore me then
Blood thirst hip-hopper, the birth of a chopper
But I'm not Ecuadorian

You see my artsy hate
Jellysickle drippin' on ya
But these guys' bars be fake
Yeah these fists will hit them stronger
Relief like stars we make
And I been doing this so long bruh
Agreed by far we great
So I'ma take you right back home for
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne
The B-I-R-T-H (Uh)
Tech Tech N9ne N9ne

5816 Forest
Non-stoppin' rappin' in the year of eighty-five a
When the money dogs rappin' MC rappers want to cry but
When you hear the vicious beatbox echo through your bones
Think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z because he stands alone
That was my rap
Wow, I didn't know grandma Roni went through so much pain, pops
Yeah but we had some good times too when Hasan moved us on 5816 Forest
That's where I found my Triality, man